Even Though I Defeated the Demon Lord, My Wife and Daughter Treat Me Like Trash ~ I Found Out My Wife's Child Isn't Mine, and When I Confronted Her, She Got Mad and I Was Exiled. The Country's in Trouble Because the Demon Lord Came Back? Sorry, I'm Getting Remarried to a Princess, So I Can't Help. - Chapter 9: The Prince’s Room

Chapter 9: The Prince’s Room

Fortunately, I’m familiar enough with the layout of the royal castle.

The question now was, if Camilla was indeed here, where would she be staying?

The guest rooms… or, as the rumors suggested, in Prince Albert’s quarters? 

While I don’t need permission to enter the castle, access to the royal family’s living quarters is restricted.

If I entered without permission, I could be charged with a crime.

However, based on what the soldiers were saying earlier, they claimed to hear noises coming from the prince’s room late at night.

As much as I didn’t want to believe it, if Camilla was betraying me, what would I do?

I wasn’t sure, but one thing was clear: I had to know the truth.

There are a few skilled individuals in the castle, people who might be able to see through my stealth magic. 

Two of them, of course, are Albert and Camilla.

Albert may not use magic, but he’s an exceptional swordsman, and Camilla could easily sense my magical presence.

However, both of them had long retired from active duty, and they probably wouldn’t be on high alert here in the castle.

Alright, I’ll head to the prince’s private quarters. 

As a husband, I have to believe in my wife’s innocence first and foremost. 

I need to verify the truth for myself.

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I made my way through the castle, managing to reach Albert’s room without being spotted.

“Alright, I’m safe now.”

From outside the room, I sensed for any presence. 

It seemed like no one was inside at the moment.

Using an unlocking spell, I quickly checked the surroundings again before slipping inside.

After all, it would look strange if someone saw the door opening by itself.

Inside, the room was neat and tidy, likely cleaned by the maids.

Even if anything improper had taken place here, there was no sign of it now.

But that didn’t matter to me.

I had a trump card: the memory-probing spell that Old Man Barnes had taught me. 

While I couldn’t use it as evidence in front of others, it allowed me to see the recent events that took place in any location.

All I had to do was confirm what had happened in Albert’s room, and I’d know the truth.

The best part of the spell was how quickly it worked—I’d see everything in an instant.

No need to spend an hour watching events unfold in real-time.

For now, I just needed to check what happened here last night.

But… is that really the right thing to do?

Up until today, I hadn’t doubted anything. 

Sure, I had frustrations and confusion about my family, but as long as I endured a little, things seemed to run smoothly on the surface.

Isn’t that how it works for most families?

Every marriage has its small secrets, and both partners have to make compromises.

That’s what keeps things going, right?

Even though doubt had now crept in, if I chose to remain ignorant, maybe I could continue living with Camilla and Emilia as a family. 

Perhaps if Camilla was momentarily drawn to Albert, I could still win her back by changing my ways.

It’s pathetic, but I was still unsure.

Even if Camilla’s betrayal were true, maybe we could still rebuild what we had.

But then—

I sensed movement outside the room.

I had let my guard down.

Judging by the footsteps, whoever it was had skill. 

My stealth spell likely wouldn’t work anymore, and they probably already knew I was inside.

If I got caught now, I might never get another chance to uncover the truth.

Feeling a push from within, I quickly activated the “memory-probing” spell. I focused on the events of the past day—starting from exactly one day ago.

As the spell took hold, the door to the room opened. 

In walked Albert and… Camilla.

As I caught sight of them, the memory of the room’s past events began flooding into my mind.

“Van, what are you doing here?”

Albert’s words barely registered with me.

The shock of their arrival was nothing compared to what I had just witnessed.

The memories that flooded my mind were too overwhelming.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees, unable to hold myself up—I vomited heavily.

I had been too naive. 

There was no way. I couldn’t fix this.

After seeing what I just saw, there was no going back.

Camilla, responding so intensely to Albert’s touch. 

Serving him with such devotion. 

Mocking me behind my back, both of them laughing together.

After witnessing that, how could I…?

“Van! You came back earlier than you said. Did you lie to me? Answer me, Van!”

Camilla’s voice sounded distant, filled with indignant outrage, almost defiant.

But I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t argue. I could barely stay on my knees.

My strength drained completely, and I collapsed into the mess I had made, my vision fading to black.